Tag: meaning of life

The List, The Poem, The List

I am not a poet. I don’t understand poetry. I can’t write a poem. I am not poetic. The mantra of negatives, Half spoken truthfully, Half intended to hide The fact that

The Necessary

When I was a little girl, We had houses of shade Spaced along the road Where the sycamores And elms waved to us, Their branches longer Than time, leaves wider Than space, our hearts Scary with sunshine Too explosive to contain.

To Day

Here is what I bring to you, Day: A restlessness haunting the hours, Like the moon behind the trees—here, And here, now here. A belief In the core, the place of origin, Creek water walked in as a child, The dirt tracks toy Corvettes…